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Used to be my Panic Room |
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The other side of me |
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Where I slept and woke by turns |
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And nothing seemed real |
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I was feeding on your life |
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Peering through the hole |
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And it scared me out, someday |
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You would knock on my door |
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Sweet shelter of mine |
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I'm freezing without |
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Sweet shelter of mine |
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I'm dying without |
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Cover up my twisted thoughts |
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Shattered all around |
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Muffled sounds, recurring dreams |
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Melatonin smile |
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Used to be my 302 |
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The other side of light |
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Trap of my own that helped me deal |
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With what I lost inside |
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Sweet shelter of mine |
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I'm freezing without |
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Sweet shelter of mine |
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I'm dying without |
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Sweet shelter of mine |
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I've tried to make self-portraits before |
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But they always turn out so contrived |
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I've spent too much time correcting light and shade |
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Hiding wrinkles, blurring scars |
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I've tried to make self-portraits before |
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Through my eyes just see myself |
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Now I know I'm not in denial |
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That I need someone else |
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To see me |
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To see me |
